Out of Contact

Life is so painful after we've
been forced to be out of contact
The nightmare of our separation
is, likely, fast becoming a fact

Sun doesn't seem to rise at time
Or is it me getting up earlier,
my agony touching its prime?!

Birds have stopped chirping, really?
Or is it I don't listen, anymore, dearly
to anything other than your voice
already recorded in my heart,
being played all time clearly!

Fear to lose you springs up in tears,
as well reciprocated by the universe;
when I find breeze flowing melancholy
like under some irrefutable curse

I do get hurt by water even
face-splashed by me in the morning
disrupting my train of thoughts
as the mind remains unprepared,
to face out-of-the-blue anything

Moon doesn't smile as it earlier used to
Night comes & goes in unperturbed cries
with stars not twinkling anymore now
Or is it that I don't observe anything else,
all focus on your face etched fair in my eyes?!

Nobody can come between 'I' and 'J'
in case they haven't got to know yet
I still firmly believe you and me as 'we'
will soon neutralize this looming threat
Hoping to see you and talk to you soon,
I am dying to come out of this 'out of contact'

--
Vikas Pratap Singh 'hitaishi'

https://www.facebook.com/VPS.hitaishi/posts/494267660622925